Bastille - Glory

^Bm Deep in a corner of the ^Gnight We were ly^Ding in the middle of the ^Aroad ^Bm Counting the planes as they flew ^Gby Inconce^Divable imagining them ^Ago ^Bm And drunk we set the world to ^Grights As we f^Dell and hit our heads upon the^A curb ^Bm You make me laugh until I d^Gie Can you th^Dink of any better way^A to choke?

St^Gories told to ^Bmme and st^Aories told to y^Dou And d^Gid you ever f^Bmeel like t^Ahey were ringing tr^Due?

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they al^Bmways sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven

^Bm Not everything had gone to p^Glan But we m^Dade the best of what we had, you kn^Aow ^Bm Passing the drink from hand to h^Gand We ad^Dmit we really know nothing at a^All

St^Gories told to ^Bmme and st^Aories told to y^Dou And w^Gas it feeling r^Bmeal, and we^Are they ringing tr^Due?

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they a^Bmlways sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven

I'll take my chances on the c^Gurb here with y^Bmou We wa^Atched the planes leave ^F#mus behind On the c^Gurb here with y^Bmou We wa^Atched the planes leave ^F#mus behind And t^Ghen you put your hand in ^Amine And p^Bmulled me back from things di^Avine Stop lo^Doking up for heaven, wa^Aiting to be buried

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they a^Bmlways they sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up